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Redman - I Don't Kare lyrics
Give it to me yo yo give it to me Yo give it to me.. give it to me Bitch give it to me.. give it to me Nigga give me that cash bitch give it to me Bitch give it to me or I'll smack the shit out you Give it to me.. yo yo yo yo yo! Give it to me.. Yo yo yo yo yo yo check it Yo I'm too old for these young whippersnappers out here I'm a legend you should be poppin corks to my beer When I appear full gear, down from the rear Sliced so quick, you thought Doc -- whispered in your ear Yeah, there's too many MC's, but not enough MC's are raw like that liquid that you pour on mint leaves Look around the premises, spot blemishes Call me Doc O-Dog, more Menace than Dennis It's him in this, the raunchy shit I prefer So every word be hard to turn when you stir My grill, my balls, my jaws, stretch twelve floors Vacate your college dorm halls I can stand still and ricochet off the walls The gun sparks yourself cause your pee ate the stall Who Shot J.R.? I did, right in the melon So I could own a ranch and start fuckin Sue Ellen! I do murders that's hard to solve through forensic Any clash of hash able to burn I bent it You push a 6 while I push a rented Tempest Rockin, hoe hoppin, bumpin Lil' Kim shit! Aiyyo, niggaz poppin shit Red - "I Don't Kare" Bitches say you don't got money - "I Don't Kare" Yo niggaz say he nicer than you - "I Don't Kare" "I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out" (Milk - "I don't care!") He got a big icy chain - "I Don't Kare" He got a Benz and a Range - "I Don't Kare" His records get mad airplay - "I Don't Kare" "I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out" (Milk - "I don't care!") Yo yo, fuck all you radio that wanna play clean singles I cleaned mine for years and still ain't hit a million (WHY??!?!) I get the buddha heads buggin, shit I should be four mil' and better for that shit I'm Unpluggin Doc rocked every corridor in Florida Watch the formula pour sucka absorb it up And while you foamin up from the two in your Nautica I orchestrate the orchestra to Arkestra Never trust no bitch, map your click She ain't with it, Call Tyrone to pack her shit Funk Doc, Goldeneye, Double-Oh agent I be in court more than them dollar cap Haitians Lick a shot, BLAOW, think the Doc is goin pop? Eat a cock, BLAOW, ready for real hip-hop to rock you block, BLAOW, all chicks I turn em out Send they boyfriends back home, takin the garbage out Ha ha, yo, I'ma sewer rat the tracks With gats bigger than Will Smith gat in Men in Black And if it's Friday, you better double your lap I hit you on the floor sayin, "My neck and my back!" Yo, let's settle it out of court for ten dollars smoke Two-fifty in Jawbreakers, dollar in envelopes Yo, how tight are you? -- Tighter than a Federal jail How High? -- You better check XXL! Yo niggaz say you ain't shit - "I Don't Kare" Yo bitches say you broke as fuck - "I Don't Kare" Niggaz say he better than you - "I Don't Kare" "I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out" (Milk - "I don't care!") Yo yo, he got a lot of fuckin ice - "I Don't Kare" Yo, he got a Benz and a Range - "I Don't Kare" He get forty spins a day! - "I Don't Kare" "I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out" (Milk - "I don't care!") "I Don't Kare" "I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out" (Milk - "I don't care!") "I Don't Kare" "I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out" (Milk - "I don't care |
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